Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-01-22
Her Way.

ewes across the brcakfasttable; slt's
great trial to my feelings
sWhat?' asked the doctor, rather
absently.
sDr. Trewin,' yocicerated the
lady, you don't mean to tell me
that you haven't heard a word o
!: all Eye been saylll 6 j3sss.
litttl Is nxiytfi tse ssTiYlie tte &c
aacEosssthe. DOCTOR ounten
IT think, mylove, said he sYo1
we're speaking Of Miss Deborah
Bither.'
Il should say I was responded
his wife, with spice of grim pleas
antry in her tones. Il told You that
when called on her yesterday with
a subscription paper for the Hew
etts, who, il YOU Will remember,
were burned out last month and
arc very Strengthened circumstan
ces, she refused to put her name
down for q cent. She's money
enough to buy out the Whole Of US,
Deborah Bither has, and NJ chick
nor child to take it when she's gone
And | think it would stand her in
hand to make righteous disposal OF
some OF it while she can; shouldn't
youY'
DR.. Trewin maintained discreet
silence. He swallowed his coffee
and left the table; and presently
his wife viewed his departing fig
ure through til elns as he took his
way toward the village office,
Hes, the strangest man, said
she, when she had brought hel
work basket TO the breezy keeping
room window; &. body never can
tell what he does or he doesn't
think. But Pm sure lie can but
see that Deborah Bither is the clos
est listed old maid that ever lived.
Her gaze wandered out through
the window, and up to the great
red. brick house on the hill. There
were broad acres on all sides of it
uplan,ls and orchards, lust now Civ
ing promise of an abundant bar
vest. 1t was the finest estate IL
the country, and Miss Deborah Ri
Their was mistress Of it all.
THE earth is the Lords and tht
fullness thereof murmured Mrs
T,-.1 breaking her thread will
aaage ..i as y Saoroe RBither ought t.
ra.Tkie!fSe ' SIG s s,eAt goes agains
9 a. = Ewed steadily f5F an hour,
and then, folding away her work,
she put OH her bonnet and shawl.
'I'll GO down and see how Mrs.
Hewett is getting on she said
sShe needs sympathy aud help, if
ever anybody did
She walked rapidly down the
street until she reached the little
low house into which the Hewetts
had moved with the remnant of
their household goods that they
had saved from the flames. Thro'
an open window sounded the busy
hum of a sewing machine, which
ceased as she entered the door,and
Mrs. Hcwett came forward to greet
her.
.And how arc you getting alongg
asked Mrs. Trewin, settling her
portly form in rocking chair.
oh, nicely, now, thank YOU was
the quick response.
Il was out with u subscription pa
per for you, Yesterday continued
Mrs. Trewin. 'Has Deacon Greg
DRY brought it in YETI
no o. hesitated Mrs. Hevett.-
A lock in which perpleXity aud pain
were mingled crossed her face. 4
am sorry to have given so much
trouble; | think we shall be able to
get along now, Oh, Mrs. Trewln,'
heryoice trembIed beneath aweisht
of tears, don't think me migrate.
full. but, indeed, IL can not bear
to be beggar.'
Tut, TUT exclaimed the doctors
wife. 70 my mind it should be a
dutyant a privilege to help a neigh
bor, who has been unfortunate; and
everybody seemed to feel it so, ex-
ceniin,-she stopped with a .shrug,
and a grim closing OF her lips,
thinking of the red-brick house Oh
the bill, and Of its owner.
lam sure weshall get along.now,'
reiterated Mrs. Hewett, hopefully,
apparently without noticing the
break in her visitors remark.
Il wish you may, truly answer.
ell Mrs. Trewln. She looked an in
terrogation point at the bright,
new sewing machine by the win
dow, with the heap OF .unmade
clothing near it. Mrs. Hewitt saw
the glance, and answered it with
tears gathering in her eyes.
oh, yes! I've all the work | can
do now; and the machine is aper-
feet godseDd. | am to pay Tor 1t
when | CAM
.Why-what-where did you get
it?o asked Mrs. Trewln.
Let me tell You,' the little wo-
man snlillngly said. Yesterday,
only yesterday, it seemed to me
that l must give up. | rebelled, oh,
so feruely against the harshnesS
with which [ thought God had
treated me and mine. At this dark
hour who shonld come IN But Miss
Bither. She had just heard OF our
necessities. She stayed an houl
or more, and you can'1 think how
she cheered me up. IL was she
,-y,oSant. the machine. Mrs, TreWln